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Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Le Reve de Geneviève...(The Dream of Genevieve)

She has travelled the world with all of the greats...
The Bolshoi, The Paris Opera, The Royal Ballet.
 
The bright lights, the late nights, the long flights.
Bleeding feet, teary eyes, torn calf muscles and all.
But she was never the one on stage.
Always behind the scenes, amidst the heavy velvet curtains,
 watching every detail of the costumes on the dancers.
You see she was Genevieve, the seamstress.
Not just any seamstress, but one of the best!
Prima Ballerinas would throw temper tantrums
if the basque was not made by Genevieve.
 
If Prince Charming's dance belt was not personally 
tailored by Genevieve, there might as well not be
a Sleeping Beauty.
Her tutus floated like little summer clouds around
the tiny waists of the dancers.
Every sparkly sequin had a special place on her garments.
They were like stars on a map of the night sky.
But she was not always high in demand...
Genevieve came from humble beginnings 
in a small village in the South of France...
 
One day she met a Russian Bear hitchhiking on the side of the road
 who was off to make his fortunes in The City of Lights.
Genevieve had only ever heard stories of Paris but 
had dreamed of seeing it since she was a tiny kit.
Her mother had a torn piece of a magazine in their
den with a picture of the skyline and there,
front and centre was The Eiffel Tower!
Some say she had fallen in love with an Irish aviator during the war.
His plane had been shot down in a field near Paris and when he finally recovered,
 with the help of the Resistance, she aided in his escape to Spain.
There are rumors of Genevieve's involvement
in many other escapes but she never spoke of them.
The only evidence is an old leather helmet that sits on a little corner table in her bedroom.
Anyway, that was a long time ago and many shows have come and gone.
Genevieve was respected by all of the companies and paid handsomely.
Now she lives in a beautiful elegant apartment overlooking
the Champs de Mars in the centre 
of Paris with everything she needs.
But secretly she dreamed of being a dancer and
in her apartment at night, Genevieve will put on
Beethoven's Romance for Violin Concerto,
and don a creation she designed especially for herself.
You see over the years she collected small scraps 
and bits from the finest handmade lace and ribbon.
Pieces that would have otherwise been thrown in the bin.
 Genevieve would work on it by lamplight late at night until
one day it was finished.
Fitting her svelte, long limbed body like a great costume should.
And she dances.
And spins.
And balances in an old pair of slippers that Anna Pavlova had 
once tossed into a corner of a dressing room, considering them 'Done.'
 
She always gives her most elegant curtsy when she is finished.
As any great ballerina would.
Genevieve has many great memories and volumes of tales to tell
but she is most happy with her wine and her music...as the sun goes down...in Paris.

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

From here...


From here I wish I could reach across an ocean and hold my daughter tight.
Although my daughter has lived far from home for many years (in Paris now)
I still am a mother who loves and wishes she could protect her.
It's the same from the day she was born.
It will always be that way.
What a deep breath I took after she let me know that they are OK.
I am not even going to try to make sense of any of this madness.
I am angry and so so sad about this mess.
As the singer Danny Michele says..."It's a sad and beautiful world."
Through the news we will hear many tragic tales but
I know there will be many more tales of love and beauty.
The light in Paris will be dim for now but will never be extinguished.
It is still a city I love and the magic of it's people and my memories
of being there will remain as bright as always.
I am sending all my love and light to the people of France 
and to all who have been sadly touched by this madness.



Monday, March 30, 2015

Monday memories...getting around Paris

Keeping my time filled these days without feeling sad is a challenge when
I'm here at home alone. Of course Griff took up a lot of the space and an allotted amount
 of specific time for walks, meals, ear rubs, conversations on world politics and art, etc...
So today I'm escaping this grey Monday and going back to Paris,
 (where apparently it's a grey Monday there today as well)
 where life was sunny and everyday was a new adventure.
My daughter works from her home office in Paris, so I would get up early
and have a bite to eat and a cup of tea while planning my day away from the flat...
 I loved how the yogurt you buy in the shops comes either in little glass jars 
or these pretty little terra cotta ones...
 I brought about a dozen of them home! Empty of course...that yogurt is super rich and creamy...
...the French take their dairy products very serious!
Then it was off to the Metro, guide book, map, cell phone, camera and water bottle in hand.
Paris is super easy to get around in with the miles and miles of tracks of the Metro.
It's a bargain too. I would buy a day pass for about $7CDN and go wherever I wanted.
Sometimes I would just get off at a random stop and head up the stairs to see what was above...
One stop is in Montmarte...the famous art nouveau Metro stations designed by Hector Guimard and is one of only two original glass covered entrances left in Paris.
 The structure was actually located at the Hotel d'Ville and moved in 1974 to this location...
 Love the red glass in the light standards...which is kind of funny because just
around the corner are some kinda...ahem...sketchy,
 adult themed neighborhoods, if you know what I mean...
This was a neighbourhood I visited several times, full of funky shops, cafes and art galleries.
It was the area where the movie 'Amalie' was filmed... 
 The famous cabaret La Moulin Rouge is just up the street a ways.
 Picasso, Dali, Van Gogh, Renoir, Toulouse-Lautrec, Josephine Baker all called this place home as well as many more famous and infamous souls...
 Oh, and if you run out of water, just refill it from one of these lovely drinking
water fountains located all over Paris...
The other unique Metro Station is Palais Royal located near The Louvre Museum...
 Like a jewelled midway ride!
 All glass and metal soldered together to form the most striking display, especially on a sunny day!
Of course you can always get around on a bike.
Travelling and don't have one? No problem!
Just sign up for the Velib' bike rental program and for next to nothing you can
take a bike and leave it at the next lock up station...
 I love this system and had a few really good rides around Paris. 
I mean, what can feel more Parisian than riding a bike down past the book sellers?!!
 Along the Seine... or anywhere for that matter!
Personally I would NOT want to drive around Paris...it's winding, crazy streets made me dizzy at times and don't even get me started on the massive roundabouts or my troubles with google maps!
...But just say for a moment you could...
How fun would it be to have one of these?...
 ...or this...
 ...got some baguettes to deliver?...
...furniture to move?...
...shopping with this sweet little number could be fun...
 ...fixer upper...cheap at the Les Puces (flea market)
Whatever method you choose, don't forget to stop for a treat on the way!

a bientôt!